Shattered Hearts A MFM Love Story

~ ~ Maddy ~ ~

Jittering from foot to foot, I wiped my sweaty palms on my pretty dress blowing out a pent-up breath. “What y’all talkin ’bout—a choice?”

Their heated looks danced all over me.

“Either you lift that pretty dress and bend over and show us or we’re gonna strip you out of all your clothes and bend you over and see it for ourselves.” The rough edge of Logan’s tone had my skin breaking out in goosebumps that converged in pulsing nerve endings between my legs.

I already felt ten degrees hotter and the way they were both grinning like wolves... made me feel like the sacrificial lamb.

I gulped so loud I was sure they might have heard it. “Right now?”

“Ah-huh,” they both replied with matching crooked grins tugging at their mouths.

And then they split up, with Jackson moving behind me and Logan stopped right in front of me. He lifted a finger to my chin, tilting it up. “You can’t tease us like that, sweetheart, and not expect a reaction.”

“Well, I think you’re gonna have to make me.” My voice came out more breathy than threatening. And I knew better than to push them and ask for things I still wasn’t sure I could handle.

I didn’t manage another word as Logan pulled me against him, our mouths fusing; him swallowing any resolve I might have had as it crumbled like dried bread.

Jackson pressed against my back, shifting my hair, dropping his lips onto my neck as his hands came around the front between me and Logan to cup and squeeze my breasts, grinding his hardness into my ass.

“To hell with this,” said Logan, pulling away. “We’re doing this now. There is no way I can wait, knowing that sweet little ass can be filled with something much better.”

...and bigger. My mind added.

Flicking my head over my shoulder, I peeked at Jackson. He leaned in and nipped my ear. “Looks like you’re gonna get your wish, baby.”

I didn’t have time to digest his words as they moved fast. Clothes flying in every direction until they were naked with the cocks riding high and proud.

Every one of my senses was inundated by their presence and I couldn’t tear my eyes from all their hard-packed muscles and heaving chests.

Damn. I was blessed.

And my skin itched. And not in a bad way. It wanted their hands, mouths on it, taking what they wanted.

“You ready, Princess,” asked Logan, but it wasn’t worded as a question.

My mouth opened, forming a half-stunned, half-smiling O of disbelief.

“Your turn,” said Jackson.

And then they made their move. Jackson undoing buttons, teasing my zip down. Logan eased the soft material from my shoulders. Jackson wriggled it over my hips and gravity did the rest as my dress pooled at my feet.

It was a coordinated attack, and I sensed their hunger in their desperate touches, their fingers burning a trail across my skin.

Jackson unhooked my bra, and Logan dropped, taking my silk panties with him. “Step out, Princess.”

I lifted a foot at a time and he carefully slipped them free before shifting his hands to the back of my legs and caressed upward as he rose, leaving my skin melting.

“Turn around and bend over for us sweetheart,” It came out more of a command and thanks to the alcohol I felt less shy about being naked as my heart buzzed a hypnotic rhythm in my chest and my nipples tightened to the point they felt sensitive even without touch.

Jackson came around front to stand next to his brother and I slowly turned and bent over gracefully. Well, as graceful as I could manage, with my mind swimming and my heart pounding. I wasn’t sure how long I could stay in this position without toppling over.

“Open your legs wider,” another command from Logan. “And spread those pretty ass-cheeks wide.”

Giggling, I wiggled my butt before moving my feet wider and slowly my hands shifted round back and did as he asked.

I heard two distinct sharp intakes of breath.

“Holy mother,” said Jackson.

I squeezed the plug and felt it shift.

“Do that again, Princess. Did you see that, Jackson? The damn thing is winking at us.”

I did it again.

“Jesus-age Christ,” hissed Logan.

“Well Damn me to hell. I’m gonna come from just that sight alone,” said Jackson.

Then hands were on me and I was suddenly upright, being spun around, almost losing my footing.

Heat raced up my spine, and I shivered even though I was now sandwiched between two fevered bodies. Two hard, naked bodies, each with a rigid cock pressing against my flesh.

Hands roamed over my shoulders, up my thighs, along my waist, between my legs.

It was happening and moving so damn fast that I was sure my head might spin off.

“We’re gonna make this perfect baby,” whispered Jackson, and I felt myself settle somewhat.

I trusted these men. My husbands.

Reverent touches that both soothed and aroused me, made my body war with itself over contentment and impatience as expert fingers caressed my bare skin and soft lips nuzzled my neck, my ear, and my mouth.

Eyes closed, I rested my head against the body behind me—Jackson—as my hands explored Logan.

“Beautiful,” a voice rasped in my ear.

“So beautiful,” another repeated.

A hand clasped my chin, dragging it toward my shoulder. Warm lips covered mine, coaxing my mouth open. A tongue licked gently inside, teasing, tasting.

Then another set of lips replaced those as a low groan rumbled from behind, deep in Jackson’s throat.

As if on cue, both men moved ever closer, now flush against me.

One firm cock rested against my lower back, another on my stomach. Hips pressed and ground into me, trapping the rigid flesh between us.

I wanted to take them in my hands, stroke my thumb over their velvety tips as I squeezed them in my fist, but we were wedged so closely together that I couldn’t get my arm between our bodies.

Instead, I let my hands wander over two muscular thighs, marvelling at how being twins they still felt different. Jackson’s hairs felt coarser under my palms whilst Logan’s was softer.

Logan rocked against me before drawing back. His dick slid lower on my stomach until he was far enough away that it hovered parallel to the ground, full and thick. Then he took himself in hand, his thick fingers moving up and down his length, as he lined the head up to my clit. He was barely touching me, the pressure so slight I wasn’t sure whether it was real or imagined.

Either way, pleasure shuttered through me so violently that my knees shook.

“Like that, baby?” Jackson smiled against my neck as his hand ghosted over my hip, settling on my ass. “Do it again, Logan.”

Firmer this time, Logan rubbed the head of his cock over my clit. The friction sent another jolt of rapture through my body as a cry worked its way up my throat. But I couldn’t manage a sound as another jolt hit me deeper from an unfamiliar touch as Jackson lightly tugged on the plug in my ass.

Feeling them everywhere, I was so overwhelmed by hands and mouths loving me that I’d almost forgotten it was there.

As Jackson pulled it a little harder, I instinctively clenched to keep it in place, straining to feel its rub against nerves deep inside that I hadn’t realised I could stimulate until now. I was torn between chasing the friction on my clit and the pressure in my ass, the difference in sensations exploding inside me, had me trying to catalogue and saviour each one, but at the same time desperate to race to its conclusion.

“Easy brother, we might be ’bout to lose her,” said Logan, his eyes glued to my pussy as he carried on teasing it with the fat head.

“Our little wanton wife here doesn’t want easy,” Jackson growled in my ear as he twisted the plug whilst tugging it slowly. “Look what you’re doing to Logan’s cock, baby.”

Glancing down, I saw the weeping head of Logan’s dick circle my clit, and we moaned in tandem. “The things you do to me, Mrs Reilly.” Logan tilted my chin up and licked across my bottom, applying more pressure to my clit.

“The things she does to us,” Jackson rasped as his erection nudged my back.

And as if his words weren’t heady enough, he pressed the plug deeper, granting me the relief I was yearning for. Temporarily. Then he retracted it, achingly slow, and my head fell against his chest as I whimpered my objection.

When I decided to do this, it was partly to satisfy my curiosity, and a challenge that I could offer myself in a way that would normally have had my body locking up in fear.

That, and I knew they’d enjoy it.

But I hadn’t expected to like it, but with Jackson manipulating the toy while Logan teased my clit—I couldn’t recall ever being as aroused.

It made me needy to have the real thing instead of a silicone substitute.

Back and forth, in and out, the two of them stimulated my aching nerves in a sensual torture that had me alternately gasping and groaning as I climbed that precipice.

Their tandem movements had me in a suspended euphoria, and I strained for more friction. More pressure. Anything that would drive me closer to the edge and topple me into the blissful free fall that comes with letting go.

Then it stopped. The pleasure gone as they dragged me from that edge.

Logan kissed my forehead and stepped back as Jackson withdrew the plug completely, leaving me cruelly empty. So much so that if Jackson wasn’t holding me up from behind, I’m certain I would have slumped to the floor.

I must have cried, or frowned, because a firm hand caressed my arms, my hair, my face.

“Don’t pout Princess,” Logan soothed. “We won’t leave you wanting. Let’s get on the bed.” Strong hands guided me, holding me steady, since my limbs felt rubbery.

Once I was settled on my back, they both lay on either side and the worshipping continued with Logan’s fingers slowly circling my clit, taking the edge of my frantic need.

“Still with us, baby?” Jackson sucked my nipple into his mouth as his fingers danced south, replacing Logan’s, slipping two fingers inside me as Logan watched on, soothing me with a swipe of his fingers over my jaw.

I swallowed hard. The intensity of his grey eyes was enough to burn down the house.

“I love seeing you like this,” he whispered, and my eyelids fluttered. “You’re so much more than our gorgeous wife. You’re everything to us.”

His words struck deep.

“Make our wife come, Jackson,” he said and Jackson shifted, his hands easing one of my legs over Logan’s thigh and the other he pushed out to accommodate him and then his nose grazed my pussy, closer still, he buried his face, drawing in a slow deep breath. Smelling me.

Then he licked.

My mind shut off and I just... absorbed everything. Jackson’s mouth, his fingers, the diabolical swirl of his tongue inside me. Logan sucking on my skin, his hands roaming over my breasts, squeezing, kneading.

“My god.” Shaking so badly, and barely able to breathe. I grabbed more air as Logan’s tongue swept past my lips. He invaded my mouth with a possessiveness I’d not known from him as he growled into the kiss. It screamed ownership, demanding my attention and made my toes curl.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

But Jackson wasn’t even close to being done. Unlike me. His breaths came harder, faster, setting an unfathomable pace.

I ached to come and again teetered on that edge.

And then it hit all at once and everything exploded. Bowing my back Logan swallowed my cries and Jackson’s tongue reached even further inside of me.

I couldn’t tell you how long I lay there, with their hands still moving over me, whispering words I could barely make sense of.

“Think you can straddle me, sweetheart?” Logan’s words registered, and I opened my eyes to see him studying me with the most adorable look of concern.

I managed a nod as Logan moved to lie flat and Jackson held one of his hands out for me to steady myself while I braced the other on Logan’s chest and swung my leg over his torso. “Put my cock inside you, Princess.”

Wrapping my small hands around his thickness, I lifted and lined myself up.

Logan gritted his teeth as I sank down. He was big, thick and filled me so perfectly.

The invasion was a welcome one, familiar, and my pussy clenched involuntarily as it tried to pull him deeper. A contented breath passed through my lips when my pelvis nestled against his, our bodies fully joined. His heated hands glided up and down my thighs, stroking me reverently, as Jackson moved to cup my face and his lips brushed against mine, ushering a promise.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, but if you don’t like it, tell me, and I’ll stop.” His words decimated me. The severe look on his face sped up my pulse. His hunger was raw, palpable. “I love you,” he said, and his lips crushed mine in a deep, soulful kiss.

It made me feel even more treasured. Adored.

And then he was gone, off the bed, walking toward the bathroom to return with a tube in his hand. Lubrication? Yeah. He squeezed some out and I watched him rub it over his cock.

Jesus. Had it gotten bigger? Thicker? His balls hung heavy and full beneath his jutting cock.

I was both nervous and excited as he moved behind me.

“Lie down, baby. Put all your weight on Logan.” I did as he wanted, bracing my arms on either side of Logan’s chest. A needy whimper passed through my lips as the new position put pressure on my clit. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking the friction Logan’s body could provide, but his large hands blanketed my waist, trapping me in place.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He gave me a soft kiss. “Wait until Jackson is ready.”

I sucked in a breath when a drop of cool liquid trickled down my ass forcing my pussy to tighten around Logan’s cock.

“Shit. Hurry, Jackson,” he groaned.

“Hold still.” Tiny kisses feathered along my spine, stopping just above my ass as firm hands spread me apart. “Breathe out while I push in, ’kay?”

I bobbed my head in agreement as pressure assaulted my hole, forcing me to lock my jaw as my body tried to reject the intrusion.

Why was it not happening? Didn’t I prepare enough?

“She’s clenching. Hard.” Logan’s voice was strained, even though his eyes were soft. Strong fingers massaged my cheeks as Jackson’s soothing voice smoothed over my nerves.

“Baby, I’m bigger than the plug, so it’ll be hard at first. Just relax and breathe out. I won’t hurt you. Ever.”

I felt better knowing there was a reason this wasn’t going the way I planned, and with a weighted sigh, I tried to relax my muscles as I exhaled. Though the initial push bordered on painful, once the head of Jackson’s cock breached, moving easier, pressing deeper in a slow, steady thrust.

“Fuck. Tight,” Jackson groaned, his voice rough. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

And once again, the sensation of being stretched and filled sets my nerves on fire, erasing some of my discomfort.

“Damn.” Logan’s eyes roll back in his head as the tendons in his neck went taught. “I won’t last long. Too damn good.”

Jackson circled his hips slowly, setting off sparks of electricity deep inside my core as a strangled groan rumbled up Logan’s throat. Another swivel, and he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. “You like that?”

I managed a nod.

“You like feeling me inside you, baby? Getting ready to fuck this sweet ass, huh?”

Oh My God. How his dirty words spiked my temperature even further.

Were they tryin’ to kill me?

“Yeah, Jackson,” I breathed out. Oh. Oh. Oooh. This time, I was the one who moaned the loudest.

“It makes me so fucking hard, Maddy. Knowing I’m the first man to fuck you like this.”

“Ready, sweetheart?” asked Logan.

“Ah-huh.”

“Jackson and I are gonna move. Just relax and let us take care of you.”

For reasons I couldn’t explain, my arms and legs were too exhausted to function, so I gave up trying to use them, letting my full weight sink against Logan’s chest as they started to move. Jackson first, he withdrew slowly, leaving that empty feeling in his wake. Before I could mourn the loss, He filled me again as Logan pulled back, leaving me despite the way my pussy contracted to keep him in place.

Back and forth, in and out, their cocks meeting in passing as they took turns filling me, all while I lay limply between them, savouring the friction and pressure bubbling.

Lost in a haze of bliss, I vaguely registered whispered endearments. Baby. Beautiful. Sweetheart. The occasional caress. A tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the intrusions wreaking havoc on my body.

Though being taken as a whole made me feel both precious and wanton. I had to wonder how something so seemingly dirty and wrong left me feeling so good.

I didn’t fully understand it, nonetheless in that moment, between my two men, my world felt anything but dirty or wrong. It felt right.

Measured strokes pushed deeper, harder, as strong fingers gripped my waist, and my hips, holding me in place as they strained to bring us to the finish line.

And we’re there, together, seeking pleasure within each other as we reached out to that precipice. Watching. Waiting. Beckoning us forward so it can carry us over the edge.

Thrust by determined thrust, they pushed me to the brink, and then I fell. Spiralling.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for us,” Jackson crooned. “Come for us so we can come inside you. Deep inside you.”

I screamed, my body trembling, muscles clamping down hard, and I was only drowned out by the feral groans of the two men shuddering inside me as they followed me into the abyss.

Wracked with pleasure and my senses on overdrive, I lay still as the aftershocks rippled through me. Too content to move, let alone speak. I was still foggy when muscular arms tucked me between warm bodies, and soft lips peppered my skin. I barely made out their words before a heavy, satiated sleep claimed me.

When I woke hours later, still cradled between their hard bodies and peaceful faces, my heart beat in an all too familiar pattern. I soaked in Logan’s firm jaw, framed by heavier stubble, then Jackson’s full lips, which I knew were just as soft as the rest of his smooth skin.

They’re the same but different and each sexy in their own way, not just in looks but personality, too.

Happy and beyond content, my lungs released a thousand pounds of pent-up tension and it was a heady feeling knowing I’d been able to give myself to them in a way I never thought possible.

They had done that. They made me feel whole.

I used to envy my sister and everything she had with Adam. The love they shared. But I had all that now, and more.

“I love you both so, much,” I whispered.

“Always,” they both whispered back which had me smiling because I thought they were asleep.

They snuggled closer, and I shut my eyes again, knowing now and every day they would wake up beside me.

They were my heart. My home. My future.

My absolute everything.